Page 61 of The Alpha's Broken Oath

The thought of Deacon calming Ash and Addie down so they wouldn’t worry about me makes my heart skip.

Today is the day I tell him the truth.

There’s no need to keep this away from him any longer. I’ll tell him together with the boys at the same time so that my boys understand that their father never knew about them.

“Thank you. For taking care of them.”

Something akin to pain reads in Deacon’s eyes but either I’m imagining it or I’m still too sleepy to differentiate between pain and him accepting my gratitude.

“Anytime. Are you hungry? I can whip up something really quick for you.”

I cup his jaw, my eyes zeroing in on his lips, “How about I cook you guys breakfast?”

“Winter, you are still recovering from the mark. Moving around is the last thing you should be doing.”

“You don’t think I can top your secret ingredient pancake recipe, do you?” I joke.

Deacon doesn’t find humor in the joke.

“I’m not joking, Winter. You need more rest.”

I slept for an entire day, Goddess’ sake! I’m well rested by now.

“And I said I’m fine. Let me take care of you guys this time, too.”

Just to make him budge, I breach the gap between us and drop a small kiss on his lips.

“Please?”

“I’m gonna need more than a kiss to let you downstairs, baby.”

“Okay. What, uh, what do you want?”

“To clean off my cum between your thighs in the shower.”

Do his crude words surprise me? Yes, they do.

Do I say yes to a shower with my boss? I do. The cherry on top is I do it unashamedly.

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“And Mommy, Uncle Deacon asked if you were okay standing on your own?”

I almost roll my eyes at Ash’s question.

Deacon has been playing with my babies in the living room while I cook breakfast for them in the form of pancakes and fruits, and every once in a while, he either sends Adrian or Ash to ask me if I’m doing fine or if I’m too tired.

I’m not going to lie and say my heart doesn’t beat faster from that mere action alone.

“I’m fine, baby. See? Mommy is standing on her own.”

I finish peeling the fruits and sorting them on the bowl before I pile the pancakes on the tray.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, Ash?”

Fidgeting, looking at me nervously, and staring at the floor, my baby fails to speak to me, and I leave everything, turning my undivided attention on him.

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